I used to be the black cloud
hanging overhead,
but as it turned to sunshine
you started storming instead.
And when I became a fire
you put me out –
instead of giving me love
you gave me doubt.
Now I’m the dust
I grew you from
You were the seed
I planted all along.
And when you became
a beautiful tree
I decided it was time
to start watering me.
By Anastasia Voersek
IG: @anastasia.amy